Barely holding myself together I knocked on the front door of an old farmhouse, I slowly slid down to the wooden porch as I waited. Yelling could be heard, although not easily considering the intense ringing in my head.

“Tommy get the goddamn door! I think we left Monty out there!”

Heavy footsteps neared the door, and it opened. As the surface I was leaning on opened I lost my support and landed on my back. I groaned and opened my eyes to find a very tall and massive man standing above me. He looked fuzzy, I couldn't quite make out his face. I did my best to smile despite the unbearable ache that surrounded my being.

"H-help me...please"

I spoke between silent sobs and dazed thoughts, I felt my conscious mind slip away. I woke up surrounded by light linens on a bed and the subtle taste of copper in my mouth. A fan slowly spun on the ceiling, it was warm, very warm. As I sat up my head began to throb, and I felt gauze wrapped around my forehead. I moved the covers off of me as quietly as I could, and put my bare feet on the antique wooden floor, and immediately as I did it creaked. I also failed to notice the chain around my ankle that rattled its way to the floor. Soon after the painfully loud sound, rapid weighted footsteps followed. A man rounds the entryway to the quaint southern room, ducking as he enters slowly, his steps shook the floor. He had a subtle relieved expression on his face, but a mask that appeared to be some kind of leather covered the bottom half, the straps going up into his hair. He looked like he had been working somehow, maybe with meat. He smelled heavily of metallics and dirt. He had obviously been in the middle of whatever it was. He stepped closer, timidly, softly toward me. He didn't speak, but he held out his hand and only one nearly silent word made it out as he pointed to me.

"Helped..."